Everything I own has been packed into a million boxes.
Yesterday was hectic. Today I will be moving to a new place, to begin a new era.
Living in an age where we often define ourselves by what we own, it's been interesting to go through all the things have collected and, more interestingly, decided to keep. There's a lot of stuff with some sentimental value - a tenuous link to some memory or other.
Quite overwhelmingly though, I've had a feeling of wanting to cast it all off. To clear my space and psyche of 'stuff' that could be weighing me down in more ways that one. I plan to be quite brutal when unpacking at the other end.
There's this idea that in the end, you can't take any of your possessions with you... so maybe it's time to think about some ideas of defining Who I Am without the accoutrements to prop up a self-image.